Mr. Hoffenstein, I Presume Poem by Patti Masterman

Mr. Hoffenstein, I Presume



Let sleeping babies and drunk dogs lie;
Let peddling peddlers go on by;
Things on wheels and legs and booze,
Never hang around to schmooze.

Whose words these are, I think I know:
I read his book, bout a week ago
Too bad I never think my thoughts
Of children, pets or recumbent sots.

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